"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, myriad years of azure sky, vast Cangming, Epoch of the Great Wilderness…"
On the altar, a woman floating in mid-air appeared at some unknown time, chanting sacrificial prayers. Her cultivation had reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm. She wore black shaman robes and a bronze mask, with long silver hair cascading down her back, exuding an air of mystery.
The prayers she chanted seemed to contain some kind of power, causing one's blood to surge upon hearing them.
Suddenly, spiritual light flickered around the woman, and more than a dozen different magical artifacts floated around her, emitting various lights. Then, these artifacts plunged into the surrounding stone pillars.
Instantly, the demonic beast carvings on the pillars seemed to come alive, transforming into massive phantom images. For a time, countless demonic beasts flew around the altar, emitting roars.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and various spiritual lights on the altar converged towards the center, forming a bronze cauldron more than ten zhang tall after a dozen breaths.
As soon as the giant cauldron appeared, the surrounding half-demons clasped their hands together and chanted mysterious incantations with reverence.
A layer of dark green spiritual light instantly rose from the copper cauldron, illuminating the entire altar. The surrounding cultivators felt a powerful spiritual pressure spreading around.
Zhang Ling, however, stared blankly at the giant cauldron. Both its shape and the patterns carved on it overlapped with another copper cauldron in his mind.
This copper cauldron was exactly the same as the one he and Ding Ruozhao and others encountered at the Kunshan Sect's base when searching for the ancient secret realm in the desolate region. At that time, it was extremely heavy, and they encountered strange skeletons and blood infants.
In Zhang Ling's perception, except for the spiritual power emitted by the cauldron on the altar, which seemed different from the yellow cauldron, everything else was exactly the same.
He also thought of the special image-recording bead he obtained from an ancient corpse, which recorded many scenes. One of the scenes depicted several ancient officials using several ancient cauldrons, seemingly performing some kind of ritual.
One of the copper cauldrons emitted a dark green light, which was even more similar to the copper cauldron on the altar at this moment.
Could there be some kind of connection? Zhang Ling's mind raced with wild thoughts.
At this moment, nine high-level half-demons descended from the sky, each holding a demonic beast in their hands.
A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that they were not dragging demonic beasts, but desolate beasts. Each desolate beast had a strong aura, all of them being high-level desolate beasts. At this time, the desolate beasts were bound by thick chains. No matter how they struggled, they could only let out bursts of roars.
These people simultaneously cast spells, condensing spiritual light seals that plunged into the green-glowing copper cauldron.
The cauldron trembled rapidly, shooting out strands of gray-green threads, pulling these high-level desolate beasts into it one by one.
Finally, the copper cauldron trembled rapidly, and the emitted green light instantly turned blood red. The scene also became somewhat eerie, and Zhang Ling smelled a strong bloody aura.
Blood sacrifice?
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling immediately thought of blood sacrifice.
Here, he was not referring to the blood sacrifice evil art circulating in the cultivation world, but the ancient sacrificial activities of ancient times.
This kind of activity was also frequently carried out before the human race was civilized. This sacrifice is often called shamanic sacrifice, and blood sacrifice is a type of activity that believes in ghosts and gods.
Even today, many people in the human race still hold this kind of sacrifice.
The huge copper cauldron on the altar had turned turquoise, and the blood-colored spiritual light emitted from it had shrunk into it.
Then, the giant cauldron suddenly burst into blood-red flames, and the blood light inside bubbled like boiling water, as if something was being cooked.
Before long, the blood light gathered inside actually turned into five-colored spiritual light.
Subsequently, rays of five-colored light, like fireflies, floated out and gathered above the head of the white-haired woman wearing the bronze mask.
The woman danced a sacrificial dance amidst the many spiritual lights, surrounded by demonic beast phantoms. Incantations, either high-pitched or loud, also rang out.
Finally, these firefly spiritual lights floated towards the surroundings of the altar, covering an area of several miles.
The cultivators present bathed in the five-colored spiritual light, feeling a sense of excitement and pleasure.
Zhang Ling felt the spiritual power in his body circulate. He involuntarily absorbed a few strands of spiritual power and felt as if he had taken some kind of spiritual medicine.
However, he dared not absorb too much of this strange spiritual light. With a thought, he suppressed the restless feeling in his heart. At the same time, Huang Ying next to him also calmed his mind and returned to calm.
At this time, except for those with Golden Core cultivation who could remain calm, most of the low-level half-demons had flushed faces and a fanatical look in their eyes as they looked at the altar.
These cultivators seemed to be bewitched. Some of the half-demons even burst out with spiritual power, some becoming thicker, and some roaring excitedly.
This scene looked strange, but it did not last long. Before long, most of the cultivators returned to their original appearance. The low-level half-demons looked extremely excited. It seemed that these spiritual lights were not harmful and seemed to be very beneficial to them.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment and had some guesses in his mind. In his divine sense observation, the five-colored spiritual light in the giant cauldron on the altar gradually weakened and extinguished, and it was empty inside. The several high-level desolate beasts that had been thrown into it had disappeared without a trace, as if they never existed.
At the same time, the giant cauldron was rapidly shrinking into a green-light copper cauldron only ten zhang tall.
At this time, the silver-haired woman also finished the sacrificial dance, kneeling on the altar with her hands clasped together, seemingly praying for something.
At this time, Huang Ying said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, let's go. The sacrifice is complete. Next is the Spirit Sacrifice Palace competition."
"Okay!"
Zhang Ling responded and followed Huang Ying away from the altar. They did not go far and went directly to a black palace behind the altar. This palace was the Spirit Sacrifice Palace.
To enter, you must have a token. Human race people who have just arrived here are not qualified to participate. Only human race cultivators who have lived in the Myriad Demon City for more than a hundred years are qualified to obtain a token to participate in the competition.
Zhang Ling was not worried about this. After Huang Ying directly took out two black spiritual talismans, the two entered without hindrance.
The black spiritual talisman was given by the Yao race Confucian scholar yesterday, and it was the token to enter this place.
For half-demons and Yao race, it is not difficult to participate in the Spirit Sacrifice Palace competition. Only human race cultivators need a token to participate.
As soon as the two entered the Spirit Sacrifice Palace, they saw two minotaur half-demons standing on the left and right.
The minotaurs looked exactly the same, except that one had yellow hair on its head and the other had black hair.
